Released: Conversations on the Eve of Freedom

by Gypsy-Rose Blanchard

I’ve actually been baptized seven times in my life. Five before the murder, one time when I got to County, and the last time when I got to Chillicothe. I just never felt clean.

I consider myself a work of art in progress. I have the vision for the final masterpiece, but I’m only a few brushstrokes in.

Every time an interview request comes in or someone asks me for my autograph, I say to myself, You’re a murderer. No high horse here. That stays at the forefront of my mind.

Maybe the public life is my life raft, God showing me my purpose. And if I turn it all away, telling myself that God will show me my purpose, he’ll say to me, “I sent you a book deal, a docuseries, and social media. Why didn’t you take them?”

My medical history was not a red flag. It was a goddamn red banner that reads, HOW DID YOU NOT KNOW?

Being a people-pleaser requires you to submit a part of yourself to the person you aim to please. You give up your own needs and desires, and put the person’s interests in front of your own. In return you expect a payment in the form of validation and acceptance. This kind of currency is dangerous because the cost is you.